my tea is bitter.
and my thoughts are destructive.
as i lay here reading mediocre poetry about love,
i can feel the distinctive prickling of tears behind my eyes.
tonight is not a good night

Buy me moments.
Buy me moments of frappe and cappuccino where we can have deep conversations.

Buy me moments,
Of love in whispers,
Of tea in small antique cups,
Of life away from drama.

Buy me moments,
That will make me forget materialism,
That will make me yearn for longer nights on the terrace,
Singing songs as old as the museum,
And burying ourselves away from what they call “modern and trendy”.

Buy me moments,
Enough of them,
To make me declare you as my own.

you shake your head
and chuckle

as if the thought of
me without you
is an impossibility

*i am a woman
an unshakable force

my thoughts are mapped
like constellations
throughout the stars

i am a woman
my iron will stands strong

my happiness
depends on no one
but myself

i am a woman
complete and whole

i am not a
broken machine
who needs fixing

you can laugh that laugh
and roll your eyes

but i do not want you
and certainly
i do not need you

because no matter what
*i am a woman